Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2010 17:03:43 +1000
From: The Pin
Subject: Park views Part 29
Those truncated shorts, it was criminal the way they squeezed in and bulged
out girlish buttocks, viewing them the eye was drawn to the smooth expanse
of leg below - lots of it as she well knew. She stood hand on hip offering
her wares for inspection, I knew what she had on offer of course for this
was Julie and from time to time the 12 year old and I would seek out some
quiet space and there between us we'd ease her out of those shorts. Then
as I was about to suggest something on those lines, there came the
interruption, a crunch of gravel in the drive.
"It's that new girl at school..looks her Dad with her - could be her
boyfriend though, or could even be both.."
and here I got a knowing glance. Out of thin air my daughter appeared,
Irene and her Mum were both out for the day...else there would have been
quite a reception committee on hand. As it was, the couple seemed
hesitant..the man was about my age and the girl, well in the same bracket
as Julie and my daughter I supposed, blond hair with page boy cut, barely
budding breasts vaguely discernible and trim little figure just emerging.
Anyway they had emerged and to his obvious relief my girls hustled her away
indoors leaving us adults to ourselves. We performed the introductions and
then I left matters to him. Hesitant and embarrassed he began to
confide....thrown upon his daughter's company since the death of his wife
some 5 years back, he'd grown increasingly aware of the attraction - which
he'd been fighting. Now however, he suspected his daughter was aware of
his feelings...she still kept his company and in fact he thought, well...he
just didn't know, nor did he know how to set about things. Suddenly he
glanced up...he'd heard talk of a "Dad's club" - lone fathers, some not
alone even (here I thought of Irene's lovely Mum)...the girls at school had
casually mentioned it and his daughter had repeated it, she wanted to join
whatever it was but...he'd heard there were certain...conditions to be met.
With a rush he said it
"I'd probably mess things up...now you, I've seen you with the girls, they
all dote on you...I won't ask for details but, but there's Julie's Dad, and
I think there's Irene's too - that little dark girl...they're all friendly
with you. And there's a boy too God help me - and his father also
involved, somehow. Now, I'm asking you in confidence...if I were to ask
you to look after my girl..just for this afternoon, I'd collect her after,
no questions asked and...suspect I'd be very much in your debt...I mean I'd
only to see those girls with you and...just wished it could have been me!"
I knew of course what he wanted..inclination was to go along with
it...delicacy was called for and I knew, at the first sign of distress, the
process would be abandoned and the girl returned to her father with a word
of caution..so it was that I came out with it
"Well, I've my daughter here with her best friend...my partner arrives with
her daughter around 7 pm but that presents no problems at all, so how
about..you return about then and...if all goes well, you two could join us
for a casual meal? Then you'll know which way the wind blows?"
The poor man mumbled fervent thanks, called his daughter, briefly explained
he'd be away but that she'd be picked up later, noticing the while that
Julie and my daughter flanked her supportively...I knew better for they'd
already be surreptitiously feeling her up. He leapt into the car and drove
off. A brief silence, my two minions settled the girl in the recliner
facing me before scuttling off on mysterious business of their own. It
could have been awkward but I noticed, the girl appeared somewhat relieved,
she was in fact quite relaxed now. Then it struck me, she was wearing a
skirt and on the recliner with knees drawn up and slightly parted..I had a
view. Now one thing I knew by now was, girls in general are by that age
extremely careful with their skirts - unless wanting to put it out on
display. This kid was sending a signal...did she realise it? I casually
commented on the nice legs by way of compliment...they parted even
further...there were the panties...then she spoke
"Do you mind if I take these shoes and socks off, seems silly to wear them
out here like this, so clumsy aren't they, and it is lovely and warm, I'm
overdressed aren't I? I mean I know Julie a little and your daughter, they
both look SO comfortable...Julie in particular..her shorts are nice, aren't
they - sexy?"
Ooops, here we go I thought, so with a "Here, excuse me, let me help" I
seated beside her, between us we had the footwear discarded in no time and
she joyfully began wriggling her toes. Silently I contemplated her making
no attempt to conceal the fact, then added
"Your Dad's a very lucky man, isn't he?"
"What do you mean?" and she blushed
Her skirt had ridden up, delicately I grasped the hem and gave a light tug,
it slipped above her knees. Now I had her full attention, unresisting I
again pulled, the rest of it collapsed in a ruck around her waist, exposed
were her panties and smooth little thighs. Here I paused to accustom her
to my scrutiny. After a minute I murmured encouragement,
"You are a sexy girl, no question, lovely legs and there, what have we, may
I?"
Silently she raised her hips as ever so carefully I eased down those
panties, slid them along her legs and off over her ankles, again I spoke
"There now my lovely, I wonder, oh yes you're gorgeous, here - just open
...a bit more, wider..oh lovely, what a beautiful pussy."
Until then she'd been smiling uncertainly, now she relaxed and proudly
exhibited her charms as I began to caress the lips and folds with the back
of a finger, if anything her legs parted even further. She lay silently
enjoying for a while, then a little breathlessly came out with it
"You know, funny isn't it, Dad, I've been dreaming of Dad doing
this...wanted him to...but he never did, never and...I thought he'd get
married again..I was scared of that, silly, yes very silly but..if I can
make him happy...and you think I've a pretty pussy?"
I nodded, by now the little thing was oozing juices, I didn't want to rush
but had little choice seeing the deadline we'd set, so racking my brains I
thought and..summoned help. I knew they'd be lurking nearby anyway. The
two horrors took in the situation immediately, suddenly fingers were at her
blouse and then, little hands became busy with nipples while down below I
carefully manipulated clitoris and lips. Now my daughter broke in, she'd
undone my zip and extracted my penis
"Here, now this, this is fun...hold the tip like this for a bit, stroke it
carefully, there around the top....good, good, now, you can move your
fingers up and down, slowly now don't grip too hard...oh yes, your Dad will
love that....but remember, this is important, you mustn't do it too long
or, he'll get very excited and before you know it...oooops! It will be all
over...er..literally so, here's what Julie and I do, hold the penis like
this, open legs, yes....now, find your hole...there...I can feel it...now
guide him to you, yes just there..now wait...are you ready...it's going to
hurt the first time, then it's fun, fun, fun!"
I was certainly in expert hands, nevertheless I moved with utmost caution,
poised above the girl's loins I hesitated then gently plunged, paused at
the intake of breath, then eased up and in, slowly, slowly. As I did so
the little thing's eyes grew round. I rested to give her time to adjust
then egged on by the spectators, began the rhythmic thrusts they knew and
loved. Slowly the girl began to relax, Julie whispered instructions in her
ear and - I felt hips lift then lower, lift, lower and shyly almost two
arms reached up and around my waist. The two assistants sat back, happy
now to observe...again Julie darted forward, another whisper, an
incredulous glance and then I felt it, little fingers at work between our
bodies as she stimulated her clitoris. Once more my daughter began to play
with her nipples, the accumulative effects of the various stimuli were
becoming manifest, hips jerked and twisted, breathing harsh and
irregular...the girls sensed it and called encouragement, then with a
series of final heaves, it was over. Cautiously supporting my weight I
admired the slim form beneath, the puffy lips that engulfed my penis,
smooth and hairless, and slowly I slid from her and as other hands caressed
and comforted I pressed lips to hers.
Ten minutes later, tissues out of the way and clothing resumed, I observed
as she sat back glowing
"Now, if Dad wants to....but will he? What do you think?"
"Oh yes, he wants to, he just wasn't sure how to do it without...hurting or
upsetting you...he cares very much I'd say, so if you really want to be
'Daddy's girl' I'd say you're well on the way!"
And so it proved, later during the meal the little blond snuggled up to
him, adoring eyes seldom leaving his face while he...just sat and smiled
and smiled with relief. What I knew was that beneath the table, certain
little fingers were busy...in his lap..practising.